Sat With My Legs Over The Gateposts Out The Front Of My House This Afternoon

Wondering if I’d lost my shiny new job due to being too discombobulated, a random passing woman stopped and said to me, randomly, “You could totally get a job as a gate.”

I was unsure how to respond to this.

“Y’know, if you ever need one,” she clarified.

I was skeptical. I couldn’t raise my legs like a tollbar. I actually tried. But then it occurred to me that – although it was slightly awkward – I could swing them to one side.

“See, there’s always an angle,” she said.

As randoms who approach you for no ostensive reason when you’re tripped-out mental invariably seem to be, she was dead on the money.

(Previously; previously.)

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